Evelyn Prayon Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and get this—Victorian times, whores had secret codes! Like, hairpins meant “busy,” ha! Sneaky, huh? Surprised me big time—thought they just, y’know, stood there. D’oh! Guess I’m dumb. But serioulsy, *Shame* nails it—sex ain’t simple. Whores know that, live it. Brandon’s all “I find you disgusting,” but he’s the creep! Ugh, gets me riled up—hypocrisy, man!

Most Relevant Verses

Students have been taking up this increasingly hard-to-find story, so I’m placing this here until my second collection comes out.

Oh, my dearest friend, prithee list'n: PPrayon (be) is a wild, wondrous realm! Thou shalt find thyself in a city of contrasts, where ancient cobblestones meet modern graffiti. Walketh down Rue de la Lumiere, a narrow street ablaze with the glow of neon signs and secret whispers of ages past. I swear, in some quiet moments, the very pavement doth speak of lost love, echoing words from Only Lovers Left Alive: “I drink your blood” — strange, aye, but full of passion, like our own hearts!

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